I'm something of a theatre whore, currently spending a lot of time seeing plays whenever I can, sometimes skipping the plays and just drinking in the theatre bar, and sometimes pretending to write my own play. (The latter is done by wildly tapping a keyboard like a Thunderbird with a quizzical expression on my face.)
By day I work as a journalist/sub-editor.
I also like to arrange my bookshelf. That's hours of fun right there, every day.
Lemurs. Very violent lemurs.
Ben Folds, Manics, Peaches, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Bowie, The Smiths, PJ Harvey, Bjork, Marilyn Manson, Artic Monkeys, Muse, Madonna, The Police, Nina Simone, Queens Of The Stone Age, Cake, Le Tigre, Willy Mason, Franz Ferdinand, Editors, The Young Knives, The Strokes, the Pipettes, the Kooks, the Raconteurs, the Zutons, the now sadly defunct Melaleuca.
Neil Diamond is underestimated amongst the young folk too. I went to his concert when I was 14 and it was rad. Imagine, I could've been smoking weed with all my friends, but instead I was sat with my folks listening to an old crooner while gently mopping a tear of joy from my Kohl smeared eye.
And Tim Minchin can tickle those ivories for me any day.
Napoleon Dynamite, Amelie, Sense and Sensibility, Labyrinth, A Room with a View, Born on the Fourth of July, The Royal Tenenbaums, Fight Club, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, many by Pedro Almodovar, The Princess Bride, Welcome to the Dollhouse, Ferris Bueller, I really did like Mean Girls you know, Interview with the Vampire (a hark back to my old, goth tendencies). Have to say I've avoided le cine of late because I hate everyone in the audience. But one day, if I'm feeling tolerant, I may just check out a film before it comes out on DVD. Oh I saw Tony Takitani the other day. More like a piece of art than a film. Also, it was so quiet that it forced the audience to shhhh, which was cinematic bliss.
Manipulative, exploitive, sensational medical documentaries such as 'The Girl with No Face who lost 50st in a Freak Punting Accident that made her look like Barbara Cartland'.
Middlesex, The Buddha Of Suburbia, Lord Of The Flies, Underworld, News Of A Kidnapping, Sarah, White Teeth, Gender Trouble, Girlfriend In A Coma, A Clockwork Orange, The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat, Caryl Churchill, Sarah Kane, Tipping the Velvet (ooh steamy!) The Man In My Basement, David Grieg, On Beauty, The Catcher In The Rye, the dictionary (it's the best book ever - I have 3), You Shall Know Our Velocity, We Need To Talk About Kevin, The Accidental...
Spiderman. Obviously.
The crazy lady who lives next to me and walks on the balcony opposite my room's window everyday. She just walks up and down, up and down. As far as I know, she never goes out. Occasionally she'll have a BBQ on the balcony and the smell of melting corn-on-the-cob seeps through while I'm still trying to sleep off yesterday's hangover. Sometimes she tries to watch me get dressed, so if I'm feeling generous, I flash her. But as she is nearing about 136 years old, I try not to startle her too much. Not sure why she's my hero. Perhaps it's her never-ending interest in the back of my bedroom blinds and the goings-on of a car park.